A Place of Reality…
I have spoke of horrifying things, are these
weak words built from understanding. I am
neither a coward nor a saint, my thoughts
are clear, my plan open to change. There are
times when I live in the “Outer Place”, where
no one can get to me where no one knows me
where I will not be bothered by human drama.
There is no place that I can flee; I fear I was
born too early or maybe too late. At night I
dream of heaven, I traveled from star to star.
Do I have a wish in that dark realm, there
looking toward Earth I see the creation. Heaven
was not open to me, nor was Hell; the dream,
the darkness of night, it was a strange descent
into my place of reality.
It is there in reality that I search for truth, as I
dream, I follow a dark stream to the sea, and it
is there that I find a sacred place for me to
dwell. The place that I dwell is not for the faint
hearted, it is on this path that I find my true
worth, within time I find whom I may follow.
There are no more delays to this life; there will
be no more words. I must travel forward on
this hard and dreadful way.